Part I
Six Feet of Winter
When they came for me I was already lost,
Misplaced. But still—
I shouldn’t be alone.
Not now
An iris reaches, tender, from the snow;
Have seasons passed? Has reason flown? And
who am I, oh, what am I, to know?
Winter, rising, shakes sleep from her shaggy coat.
She slowly lifts a heavy foot
Engulfing mortal tracks with snow.
Written by Allyson Trainor and Alyse Nicholson
Part II
Six Feet of Winter
When they came for me I was already lost,
Misplaced. But still—
I shouldn’t be alone.
Not now
An iris reaches, tender, from the snow;
Have seasons passed? Has reason flown? And
who am I, oh, what am I, to know?
Winter, rising, shakes sleep from her shaggy coat.
She slowly lifts a heavy foot
Engulfing mortal tracks with snow.
Written by Allyson Trainor and Alyse Nicholson